It’s nearly 2am, and we’ve just spent a really relaxed evening in the company of some really cool friends. We’ve drunk plenty of wine, some of us have drunk some cider and some beer, and we’ve had a couple of decent sized shots of malt whiskey.
I can just about see the screen as I type this, although the room around me is circling in a kind of nefarious manner.
Grete is in bed, our guests are just settling themselves down and once they’ve gone to bed I’ll head up there myself (to my own bed, with Grete, in case that wasn’t obvious).
But I think I’m going to need the bed strapped down so it doesn’t zip out the window or something.
Don’t forget to put your clocks back if you’re in the UK. See you on the other side.